Attila Marcel Page #2
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Poor Buddha. They got you.
Sh*t!
Attila Marcel vs.
The Villette Butcher
What on earth's that?
That's not a tango.
You said one step forward,
two back.
If you don't listen, you go backwards!
All right, start again.
Take your partners.
I know where your mother is...
Madame Proust - 4th floor
Your mother's right here.
In the murky waters of your memory.
Memories are like fishies.
They hide in the depths.
Look at a pond.
You think, "It's dark and flat.
Nothing lives in there."
If you're an angler,
you toss in something they like
and you start to see stuff
moving down there.
You cast your line.
You reel in one that big.
Not a pike, a memory.
And what's the bait you use
to catch memories?
This.
Memories like music, see.
Feeding the fishies is fine
but you need to reel them in.
And doing that requires a hook.
They're plain madeleines.
Some add orange-flower water
but that's a bit gay.
The hook is in this.
Metaphorically speaking.
There are some side effects
but they're worth it.
I nearly forgot...
It's not free.
50 euros a session.
Life isn't cheap.
And my ingredients don't come
from the corner store.
Well?
If you don't want to fish
for memories,
there's still some asparagus tea.
Incredible, look at those digits
We'll make you the king of pianists
You're the child
we've waited for Paul
In our hands, you'll learn it all
Come on, sisters,
give it a rest
Look at those shoulders,
he'll be the accordion's best
Nonsense, ignore what they say
A lord you are and a lord you'll stay
The time hasn't yet come
to buy loafers for Attila's son
On the piano will be divine
Divine
Brilliant, you've done it now
You've made him cry, and how
The little accordionist
Doesn't want to be a pianist
What do you say, Anita?
Neither one nor the other
My boy will do as he wants
The holy family won't decide
What tune he dances to
Neither one nor the other
My boy will do as he wants
Society won't explain to me
How to make a man of him
A little sunshine for his rainbows
A little sand for his castles
And all the crayons he needs to draw
That's all it takes,
that's all it takes
A little sunshine for his rainbows
A little sand for his castles
And all the crayons he needs to draw
That's all it takes,
that's all it takes
Well, sonny, you took your time.
Did you see your mum?
All right...
I've put together a selection.
they'll think you were at the market.
Today's Thursday.
Next Thursday, same time?
Let's go, Madame Herrol.
Really?
Paul?
Solange, your hands.
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